It was time to pour the wine, so I opened two bottles of Ravenswood Zinfandel. I left one of them in the kitchen to breathe and carried the other out to the deck just as the Plotts arrived.
“Hello, Lieutenant, Bob said as he shook my free hand.
“Actually, as of September third, it’s Captain,” I said.
“No shit? If you’re a captain now, what’s Henry?”
“That’s Chief Henry to you,” the chief said. “You don’t need to bow, but you may kiss my ring.”
“That’s quite a surprise,” Bob said, “and you guys have some explaining to do.”
“I’ll leave the chief to that task while I pour the wine.”
While we waited for Mike to finish the steaks, the chief filled Bob in on the reorganization that the sheriff had implemented, right down to the fact that the sheriff used the implementation plan I’d submitted.